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Personal Narrative: The Roses Alpha Cookies

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After the holidays and at the same time moving to a new place and all that come with it, all I want to do is to take a vacation or relax with a hot cup of brewed tea and something really easy to make to go along with it, lucky enough for me this week the Roses Alpha Bakers baking cookie 's this week. making these cookies was so easy and fast,I had a hard time to believe so I caught myself checking the recipe several times making sure i didn 't skip any ingredients or step.

to make the cookies I used unbleached cake flour as substituted, and 3 different type of chocolate all by guittard; %63 and milk chocolate chip ,rose recommended for a melt in your mouth and to subtle the sweetness from the milk chocolate chip i add 100 gram of
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